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(Forewarning: there will be lots of cursing.) Fuck you And your skinny ass My apologies My fat ass is a shame to Be in your presence You rub your weight In my face I'm under 198.
Hiding underneath the bag like clothes, Everything's covered; fingers and toes. Destroy the confidence held within, Causing insomnia with thoughts of thin. Bodies.
Somebody once told me I was pathetic. That somebody, he used to be me. I looked In the mirror, he said it again. I look and that's all I see. Cause nobody told me. Nobody told me. It wasn't true.
You seem so perfect on the outside. But I wonder what it must be like inside. Is your mind corrupted by your pride. So filthy with fake beauty. That you can't see what is right.
Your pretty they say. But I cannot see. What they mean to say is your ugly. Yeah that sounds right. Your skinny they say. What nonsense do they speak. Are they blind. That they cannot see.
I'm a 'like' whore, Always desperate for more, To be queen of all social media, Because I feel so superior When I see 153 Nobodies following me; I get my self-esteem from Being the number one, So I...
No7 Mascara And breasts are implants. Enough beauty here to send no one in a trance. A layer thick of foundation. Your lips are a colour celebration.
ridiculous. is what you are. a vague synonym for fake. you're always pretending and fake smiling. and the drama attitude just won't make it. you crave every piece of attention thrown at you.
Oh you stupid girl With your heart all torn to shreds. You think you can find someone who Could fill the emptiness in your chest. You find a boy and think, "He could help me.
I'm sorry that I'm stupid, I'm sorry I always cry. I'm sorry I'm not perfect, I'm sorry that I'm shy. I'm sorry I'm not pretty, I'm sorry I'm always down.
You know that moment when when you feel so angry at yourself all you want to do is bury your head in the ground and.
Don't sing. Don't eat that way. What what If I blink. You just want me to sit there with nothing to say. Don't walk that way. Always smile and say hey. Don't say this or that.
Somehow it's always my fault, I'm the one to blame, Place it on my shoulders, An unwanted fame.
'Hmm. I don't think you should go out in that.' Why not. I grimace and stare hard into the mirror. Yes. I knew it. I just thought, maybe, I might... 'You're kidding right.